His Eulogy

I would rather that you remember me as the girl next door....your childhood crush, your high school love. Sneaking out passed curfew to runaway. Making it to the park before we realized we were only ten and our mothers would kill us. Making fun of my braces while I poked fun at your glasses. The night of the junior high dance, when you walked me home. We stood awkwardly as my dad would peek out the window making sure you were on your best behavior. I was mortified but you laughed brushing your fingers across by flushed cheek. You thought it was cute, I pouted....annoyed. And then it happened, you kissed me. There were no sparks or fireworks like in the movie.....no I could feel the butterflies erupt inside me.  Mr. Freeman's high school biology class were I refused to dissect a frog. You stood on your desk shouting a great injustice has been made. We spent the next few days in detention for disturbing the class. I would rather that you remember as the girl you asked to marry you on prom night. The girl who foolishly fell in love with the boy next door instead of the girl who insisted she was okay to drive. The girl who drank too much. The girl who wouldn't pull over. The girl who took away your life because she was too stubborn to admit you were right.